SOAP&SKIN with Ensemble

Few musical discoveries in recent years –
perhaps ever – have been as staggering as that of Soap&Skin, aka Anja Plaschg. The sheer force that this young
artist injects into her compositions almost beggars belief, her songs consuming
every last drop of her with no regard for grace or beauty. Anyone who has
witnessed Anja Plaschg live, who has experienced her, suffered with her as she
casts her feverish gaze across the audience, surrendering herself to them and
to her music, gasping for breath one moment and, her head tossed back, howling
like a wolf the next, a fragile figure possessed, will recognize the shimmering
deathly science that heralds a historic moment. Anja Plaschg has passed the
point of no return, yet one would almost like to drag her back from the abyss,
the dimensions of her art, as immeasurable and unfathomable as an iceberg. At
the same time, even if one has heard it all before, the babble about a natural
born genius, the compulsive artist, there is no escaping the fact – she does
what she does because she has to.